the kitten chronicles - part 46

Naming the boys after variations on "ruin"has proved to be very appropriate. A day without devastation is like a day without sunshine in the Big Cat's house. Yesterday they knocked a plant (I moved to the livingroom to save) off the stand smashing the Grandy bowl that held it and leaving the floor a soggy shard-filled mess. Am I upset? No. Because of small victories. Rooney is using the litter box. Whoo hoo. Although he is still confused and for the past 2 days I've caught him scratching on my chair ready to deposit a surprise - then I quickly scoop him up and toss him in the litter box and he does his business in the correct receptacle. The boys have also decided the wing chair is a dandy scratching post and the uphostery is dotted with hundreds of tiny pinholes. Sigh. The Big Cat is happily using 2 spray bottles to enforce the rules of the house - but frankly I can't keep up with the boys trail of destruction. And if I sprayed them for every offense, they'd both be dripping wet at all times and would catch kitty pneumonia. Plus, the coughing from the pneumonia would keep me awake at night. The Big Cat needs his sleep after all.xxx dad